This World

 A busy lane, a busy street

With people swarming around

And in that crowd you will find me

Maybe surrounded by many more, but the soul inside me, is free

 

I stop for a second and take a look around

Look at all the people around me

No time to waste, no time to stare

Are they just acting, or are they really unaware?

 

This world is theirs, they live in this paradise

God built it for them

And yet people don’t care about this beauty

Their lives too blighted with their own pain and misery

 

The birds singing, the wind blowing

Are but mere changes for everyone

All the colours that this world holds

What if suddenly everything went cold?

 

Give it a thought and try and visualize

A world without any colours

A world with lack of beauty

A world without birds flying around freely!